“My quarters, such as they are…” Rynn said, opening the door for Jac to step through.
They’d finally managed to escape the crowds and congratulations in the ball room purely by dint of Rynn growling at anyone who came anywhere near his new mate. The ceremony to bind them had been short and sweet, conducted right there in the throne room by Daaynal himself.
As weddings went, it was simple, but Jac didn’t care. She hadn’t wanted to wait a moment longer to call Rynn her own. She’d have married or mated him in a bin bag if she’d had to, on the rubbish dumps of any of the ghetto colonies.
“Wait, hold on.” Rynn stopped her as she made to walk through the door, a frown on his handsome face. “There’s a human thing Kenna told me about.”
Without warning, he bent down and scooped her up into his
